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SILHOUETTE 




A TALE OF 





■=mnn&womcH. 

Being an account of a peculiar case by 


Mo\var6 'Broi^soi^, M. D. 


EDITED WITH NOTES 


BY 


W. J, D. 



*? r J 


ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN: 

THE REGISTER PUBLISHING COMPANY, 
Ube Unlanb press, 

1891 . 


T3 




Entered according to the act of Congress in the 
year 1891 by W. A. McAndrew, in the office of the 
Librarian of Congress at Washington. 



“ I NFANT, what’s that on the wall? Fine forehead, hair a la Martha Wash- 
1 ington, luscious mouth, and grace in the pose of the head; finest 
silhouette I ever saw; a Venus in shadow! Who is she, and what’s her 
name, and where did you get her ?” 

My patient, Horace Waite, C. E., of the C. St. P. K. C. & B. Railroad, 
said that, lying with his feet on the table, and his remainder in the arm-chair 
of Nathan Mosely’s room in the Hotel Lafayette,* Lake Minnetonka. The fact 
that Horace Wnite was in such a locality is remarkable, because Minnetonka is 
a place where nobody works but the waiters; and the Layfayette is the resort 
of beautiful women and polished men. You will excuse a little personal pride 
if I tell you that I was the causa submovens of Waite’s being there. It came 
about like this: 

Waite and I were in college together at Michigan, where he made a repu- 
tation for literary feeling, still remembered in the traditions of the University 

* The hotel Lafayette makes Minnetonka the most fashionable watering place 
west of Sarotoga. A description of the hotel and lake will be found on pages 27 
and 28 w. J. D. 


SILHOUETTE. 


4 


papers. His story was always with golden-haired maidens in it, locked in 
towers; poets riding by on white horses, and all that. He was formed of finer 
tissue than the most of ns; was handsome, gentle, quiet, fond of wide-margined 
books, and shady trees. We all thought he would be a poet with a laurel- 
wreath pressed nicely down upon his ears, to whom we could point with pride 
and boast. “ I was in college with that rdan.” But he shut his books one fine 
day and sat down before a draughtman’s table in his uncle’s office here in 
Chicago, and ever since has had a mania for wheels, dust, oil and odd- shaped 
scraps of iron. When I took my M. D., our poet stood for C. E., presenting a 
thesis on the soul -stirring subject of “ Sulphur balls in western coal.” Too 
bad! too bad! our bard crowned with a cog-wheel! 

Waite went into the railroad here, and soon moved to the front; turned a 
jet of steam into the fire-box of a locomotive in some way that saved the coal 
and stopped the smoke, and put his name in all the papers. It is a pity that 
he didn’t invent some fuel -saving device for his own constitution, for last winter 
he began to break down. 

“ What’s the matter, Herr Doctor ?” said he. 

“ Kleptomania,” said I. 

“ Nonsense!” 

“Kleptomania! stealing from the defenseless future the treasures of 
health, stored there by a beneficent Providence.” 

“No!” 

“Stop, thief!” 

“ Come Bronson, talk sense.” 

“ My dear sir, to be mild with you, I don’t want to waste it on a man who 
will not use his own. ‘Nojnedicine in the world can do thee good.’* I have 
prescribed for your^insomania until your nerves are shattered. Sit still and 
hear a man that knows four times as much as you, if the public would only find 
it out. You do six^men’s work~on half a man’s sleep; you starve the self in 
you; you have murdered a poet; smothered him in cinders and coal smoke; you 
are general superintendent and*general debility; more, you are depriving some 

*Shakspere said'that; but Eugene Mehl says that the air, water, and society of 
Lake Minnetonka re-creates, in the exact meaning of the term, the most overworked 
man America can produce. w. j. d. 


5 SILHOUETTE. 

fine woman of the best years of your life and devotion. Do you write to Helen 
any more?” 

“ I will, when the new shops are done.” 

“You might have married her — she wouldn’t have [you now, pale-face! 
Ah, Horaae Waite, C. E. and A. S. S., have I touched you? You tremble; do 
you love me seven weeks’ worth?” 

“ You’re a trifle sensational, Bronson, but I’ll follow doctor’s. orders.” 

“ Good! Vicit ars medicinal ” I turned to my desk, and wrote him what 
I now deem a master-piece in prescriptionary literature: 

DR. HOWARD BRONSON. 

4720 LAKE AVE., CHICAGO. 

For M. Horace Waite. 

5 Minnetonka Lac vij Weeks. 

Flirtatio cum summerqirlia. 

Noveli paper -coveri. 

Dolce far niente. 

Before arid after meals. Quantum Sufficit. 

“ That’s not bad,” said Horace, reading it over, “ I have a good friend at 
Minnetonka, Nat Mosely; does the advertising for the Great Northern; a mere 
infant, but lots of fun.” 

“ Good! ” said I. “I remember him well; he used to work with your 
people, here; but he’s only part of my medicine.” 

What the other part was, reader, you shall know in time, suffice it to say : 
I sent several telegrams that night; and in four days I had an answer from 
Minnetonka : 

“Miss Helen Atkinson and sketching party of five pretty girls 

have arrived; send on your wreck. N. Mosely. 

■ 

But I had already packed Waite off and by the time I received the dis- 
patch he had crossed his Rubicon;* that is he was beyond the Father of Waters, 
within sight of the Queen of Lakes. 

He crossed it on the line of the Great Northern Railway, over the longest stone 
arch bridge in America, commanding a fine view of Minneapolis, the Miisissippi and 
St. Anthony Falls. w. J. d. 



“He crossed it on the line of the Great Northern ” 


/ 





CHAPTER II. 


‘How am I ravisht when Ido hut see 
The painter’s art in thy sciography? 

If so, how much more shall I dote thereon 
When once thou giv’st it incarnation?” 

Herrick. 



“ Mon enfant , I say, where, where did you get that silhouette. It’s going 
to talk! She is one of Herrick’s own dreams: 

‘ Lips she hath all ruhie red, 

Cheeks like cream enclareted, 

And a nose that is the grace, 

And proscenium of her face.’ 

Does she wear her hair combed up like that? And those loose locks defy- 
ing the knot, are they always so ? Who would think a hole in a piece of paper 
could look so much like a woman? Who is it? Who is it?” 

“ Alexandria , — gem- of -the -north, — appetizing , — bracing -and- delightful- 
reached-only -by -the- Great- Northern-line” Said Mosely, talking to the accom- 
paniment of a scratching pen. 

'f***'' a Humph! But say, those two points* * under the chin must be the ends of a 


*Two points in the Nororthwest not reached by the Great Northern are hard 

to find. * w. j. d. 


8 


SILHOUETTE. 


neck- tie or something. I suppose that quirk at her neck is a bit of old lace. 
There is character in that chin. Who is she? What’s her name?” 

“ Benton , — a-well-built , — well-to-do-and-pleasant ” 

“ What must she be that cast a shadow like this? 

* We may guess by these 
Ye other parts will surely please.’ 

Of course she is unmarried.” 

“ There-is-still-a-chance-to-take-up-claims-here , — and-the- Great- Northern- 
Line -is -making ” 

“There are some who think Providence arranges* the mating of men and 
women,” continued Waite, “When you meet your fate, an alarm sounds inside.” 

“Like the bell on that old fellow’s lung-tester in the bowling alley: 
‘ kling-a-ling, one gal.’” 

“Thurston, (belonging to ’85), told me that he saw his wife’s picture in 
an album before he met her, and felt the alarm click hard.” 

“And he popped, I suppose.” 

“ Yes. I say, you’ve seen the miniatures on Etruscan vases, but none more 
delicate than the lines of this face. Here, in the name of common politeness; 
who is it, and where did it come from?” 

“Well,” said Nat, still writing, “went to a silhouette party, lots of fun, 
wooden frame with glass in it; paper on glass; girl sits down close to it; lamp 
on the other side of her; shadow comes through paper; mark it with a pencil; 
reach around the frame with other hand and hold girl still; then cut out head 
and bust with scissors; paste it on black cambric; stick up a row of ’em on the 
wall; judges give prize to prettiest girl and to fellow that cut her out; booby 
to poorest.” He pushed aside the paper and continued, “ This was down the 
shore in the cottages near Spring Park, and I got the prize. There was some- 
thing peculiar about it ; she had combed her hair in that odd way on purpose. 
Jove, but she was handsome, yet wouldn’t sit still enough for me to trace the 
shadow very well. But when I came to cut her out, as she’s a good deal of an 
artist, she took a slash at it herself. It happened that the scissors brought out 
a peculiar expression; everybody remarked it at the time.” 

* The great Northern arranges excursions to, and steamboat rides around Lake 
Minnetonka almost daily during the summer months. w. j. d. 


SILHOUETTE. 9 

“But who is she and where is she now?” 

“Horace, I must get this work off to-night,” said he taking up the pen 
again and conning the words as he wrote them, “ further -inf ormation-on-this - 
subject-will-be- gladly -f arnished-by -the- General- Passenger- Agent-of-the-Gt.-NN 



Well ” said Nat , still writing. 


10 


SILHOUETTE. 


Waite, wearied by the day’s ride* from Chicago, lay upon the sofa with hi& 
eyes fixed on the profile. Through the open window the gentle night breeze 
came in from the lake where occasional boats went by, their green and red eyes, 
the coughing of their engines and the swishing of the water about their paddle- 
wheels suggesting to him the great dragons of the romantic folklore he had 
read so greedily in his college days. Once a tow of sail-boats on their way 
from up the lake behind a little steamer swung through the Narrows with their 
lights stretched out before him, a string of emeralds and rubies. The strains 
of music came from the open windows of the ball -room, and some voices sing- 
ing on the lake, floated in on the night breeze like an invisible chorus of the 
air. A gentle wind was puffing against the door that opened the way to recol- 
lections of the past. A luxurious and novel feeling of having- nothing to do 
overcoming him, he went to sleep. But it was a sleep of those short, jerky 
slumbers which I had tried for six months to stick together for him, and every^ 
time he woke there met his eyes the shapely head and bust of the silhouette. 

They went to bed at eleven, and a little later came a summer shower with 
lively claps of thunder that struck fire like monstrous matches, and lighted up 
the scene outside the spacious chamber, but notably the shadow picture. 
Then came the morning as it dawns at Minnetonka, first a gray uncertain 
glimmer, thick with fresh smells and twittering of birds; in the growing light 

my patient watched 
the silhouette come 
into view, clearer and 
clearer, til] the shape- 
ly features were out- 
lined distinctly, and it 
was day. 

An early row down 
towards Bos ander’s- 
and a glorious catch 
of fishf brought W aite 
back, bright and hun- 

*If he had spent the clay spinning over the level track of the Great Northern 
in one of the luxurious trains of that line he would not have been wearied, w. j. d. 

t The finest bass in the state are caught here by the hundreds. From the moun- 
tain streams in Montana to the lakesof Minnesota, the Great Northern runs through 
a paradise for the fisher and hunter. w. j. d. 



SILHOUETTE. 


11 


gry, to the hotel, where the clatter of the chairs upon the dining-room floor, 
the gay profusion of girls in summer dresses, and the inviting smell of hot 
buns challenged the old school-by spirit in him to wake up and be young again. 

There was at the table to which Mosely led him a demure Miss Irwin from 
Norwich, and next her, now rising with an expression of curious surprise, was 
my fair cousin, Helen Atkinson. 

“Why, Horace Waite,” said she, holding out her hand and smiling, “I 
didn’t see your name in the list of the Minnetonka attractions.” 

“Who would notice it amongst such greater ones already here?” said 
Waite with a smile and nod, not concealing his astonishment and pleasure. I 
thought you were in St. Louis. Do all roads lead to the Lafayette ?” 



“ Not much,” put in his friend. “ The Great Northern Short Line, is tho 
one and only! ” 

“ There’s a party of young ladies and their mammas with me from St. 
Louis,” added Helen as they sat, “ we are sketching.” 

Here was good news for my patient. There is not room to tell you how 
the opportunities for unconventional and recreating sketching excursions arose, 
How in a few days the watery paradise began to dissolve the coal soot in his 
brain, how appetite, high spirits and all the summer fairies came tripping along 
his pathway, and how Mosely was Master of the Revels. 

Mosely, by himself is a good tonic. I cannot speak too highly of his 
services as my colleague in this case. He prevailed upon his company to station 
him at the Lafayette for the season to report the news of the hotels and exer- 


12 


SILHOUETTE . 



cise a general care over the tourist business. He knew the lake in the dark 
and left no beauties of it strange to his friend. To-day they were cruising 
amongst the islands at Zumbra; next, lounging in the woods of the west -arm, 
and after that spinning over the regatta course with sun in the eyes and spray 
in the face. 

St. Alban’s knew the sound of their 
laughter and their lines explored the cool 
depths by far Excelsior. But all this time 
the silhouette hung on the wall, the last 
thing seen at night, the first thing seen 
at dawn. Its beauty might have charmed 
a well man; Waite was enthralled by it; 
but pride had forced him into silence, and 
he asked her name no more. Yet Mosely 
worked upon him often: — 

“ You’ll meet her some day my Hora- 
tio, and a still, small voice will rattle/ kling- 
a-ling! one gal.’ ” Whereupon railroad 
folders, Minnetonka maps and “Vacation 
Gospels” * would fill the air till Mosely 
cried for quarter. 

The infatuation did not lessen as the 
patient grew stronger. In vain Waite 
searched for the original; he went fishing 
by the cottages where he concluded the sil- 
houtte party had been; he took side views 
of the women on the hotel piazza; he 
drew profiles for amusement, and laughed 
at his weakness. He crumpled them up and drew others: shapely noses, luxu- 
riant hair, saucy eye- winkers and curving chin. Even boating excursions with 
my attractive cousin, Helen Atkinson, were distracting only while they lasted. 
He was in the advanced stages of what I may call umbramania, was shadow 


* The curious reader will be furnished some of the matter actually thrown 
through the air on this occasion by application to F. I. Whitney, Gen. Pass, and 
Ticket Agt., Great Northern Bailway, St. Paul, Minn. w. j. d. 


SILHOUETTE. 


13 - 


the mad. At end of two weeks he realized the fact and made some attempts 
at self- cure. He first took down the picture and put it in the bottom of 
Mosely’s trunk. Thereafter he prescribed for himself every day as much of the 
company of my magnificent cousin as he could procure. 

Helen Atkinson against my Lady Silhouette! Warm, glowing flesh and 
blood versus black cambric and white paper! 

Horace was none of your minimizing Homoeopathists. (Neither am I). 



CHAPTER III. 


Somewhat in her, excelling all her kind, 
Excited a desire till then unknown, 

Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone.” 

Dryden. 


O Helen and Horace saw more of each other 
every day. Mosely had his hands full of 
new comers, and his spare time was en- 
grossed in a most desperate flirtation with 
a pretty, bright-eyed thing named Mollie Barron, visiting an uncle in one of 
the cottages near Zimmerman’s island.* Of this I must tell you something 
later; but first, of an incident in the convalescence of the patient. 

One afternoon the wind died down with Helen and Horace sailing in the 
upper lake. She picked up a summer book from the basket and read aloud, to 
the accompaniment of the light ripples that the slow motion of the boat turned 
up, the story of the “ Spectre bride.” 

Said she: — 

“ Oh, for a life in the days when people’s minds were full of ghosts and 
goblins? What a pity we are so matter of fact now! ” 

“Everybody, isn’t.” 

“ Who isn’t? ” 

“I knew a fellow who fell in love with a shadow on the wall.” 

He made up a tale from his own experience disguising the particulars 
-enough to keep her from suspicion of the truth. 

“Didn’t he ever find her? ” 

“No; went into the hardware business and forgot all about it.” 

* Named from the Commodore of the fine fleet of steamers plying upon the lake, 
leaving Hotel Lafayette every hour. w. j. d. 

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SILHOUETTE. 


15 


“ That’s ninteenth century! What a fiasco! Oh for the days of the men 
of old, who rode the whole world over, til] they found their own true love 
and then it was, ‘whether you will or no, away! come home with me!’ ” 

She was standing with one arm against the mast, and the other raised 
aloft. Behind her stretched the scarcely ruffled water and the wooded hills 
beyond; two stately cranes, in the water off the ’ island close to the right, 
stirred not a feather; on her face shone the suffused glow of the afternoon 
Sun telling, I am ready to believe, the admiring clouds that clustered about 
him, of how he once had shone upon another such a Helen who stood, in the 
days of old, on the walls of Troy. 

This marks a turn in case 2083, H. Waite, A. S. S. He was as we had 
known him under the trees at old Michigan. What was “ the road,” or u the 
men,” or “ the public ” * to him then, as the spirit of romance, summoned by 
her goddess there before him, leapt into his soul and he cried (internally, I 
take it), “ Now, shadow, hold thine own; methinks you fade.” 

*The public have found the Great Northern’s palace and dining car service to 
all points in the North and West to be unsurpassed. w. j. d. 



CHAPTER IY. 


“ Of graduates, I dislike the learned route, and choose a female doctor,” 

BRANSTON. 

“Young fellow,” said Waite to Mosely as they were dressing for tea r 
“I’m going home to-morrow.” 

This was a whopper. 

“ What” ? cried Mosely, in alarm. 

“I’m going home to-morrow, unless you take me this night to the house 
where you got that aforesaid picture. I’m in earnest, Mosely. It may be I’m 
in an unusual frame of mind; all well and good, I am. A ridiculous obliga- 
tion, self-imposed if you will, that has made her enter into all my calculations, 
must now be destroyed. If you ever breathe a word of this, I’ll draw and 
quarter you.” 

“ The last would be nothing to the first,” said Mosely, taking papers from 
his pocket and holding up three or four profiles he had gathered at some time 
or other. 

A wild rush and a hot scramble over bed and chairs resulted, concluding 
with the triumphant Horace astride of his foe waving the crumpled sketches in 
the air. 

“Now promise me to take me to her to-night or I’ll stuff these down your 
throat.” 

“Enough! let me up! there. Now see here, invalid, what’s the matter? 
Are you going to destroy the only mystery you have? Doctor Bronson wrote 
me to give you romance and excitement ; you fell in to it the first night. The 
patient must take his medicine.” 

Another threat with the sketches. 

“Hold on! I surrender! I’ll take you to-night to the very spot where 
the silhouette was made; I’ll introduce you to the family and to all the women 
on the terrace, and bet my hat you won’t know the face that cast the shadow 

when you see it.” 

16 


SILHOUETTE. 


17 


“ Now,” thought Horace, “ is the time of my deliverance. I’ll find her 
ugly, sour; anything I please, so that she can not come between me and Helen.” 
To arm himself against the coming battle he kept eyes on Helen during supper. 
After it he came to her upon the porch and said: 

“ Helen, Infant and I are going to the Park* at eight o’clock. Does a 
short pull over to the Narrows before that offer any attractions to you.” 

“ Thank you,” said she, “ I am to go and see my infant, Mollie. Do you 
know?” she added lower, I believe these two children, Nat and she, have been 
saying unpleasant things to each other; and the little girl is ill. I am sure 
your infant is to blame. But I’ll find out to-night.” 

“ That’s a shame; I’ll go to him this instant and talk to the young rascal 
like a father.” 

He found Mosely before the glass, in shirt sleeves, tethering himself with 
an elaborate four-in-hand. 

“ Nat,” said he in a voice that had more quiet gravity than usual. “ What 
is wrong between you and Mollie Barron ? ” 

“ She’s made a bad break and it worries her, I guess.” 

“ Come, now, I believe you’d better tell me about it. It is more serious 
than you imagine.” 

Nat’s face grew clouded. Then he donned an expression of overdone 
humility and said: 

“ Gentle father, hear my confession. I have kissed the maiden over her 
uncle’s gate more times than one. I am not stingy. She hath been a sister to 
me. Night before last she comes down into the parlor with a sanctimonious 
air, and says she hopes I won’t call on her any more.” 

“ Well? ” 

“ Yesterday morning, the man-servant of the house of Barron comes over 
with a note; carries it in the ice-tongs to save his fingers. It demands a return 
at once of the last note she wrote me.” 

“ Yes.” 

“I reply by letter, also carried in the ice-tongs, saying that the note 
referred to contained such expressions of warmth of affection that I would need 
it in the winter.” 

* Spring Park is an attractive picnic resort set apart for the pleasure of the pat- 
rons of the Great Northern Railway. w. j. d. 

2 


18 


SILHOUETTE. 


“ That’s not a bit like you. She’s the merest girl.” 

“ Then, by Jove, its time for her to learn that someone has feelings beside 
herself. I found out what ails her from her cousin, Marne, last night out here 
on the piazza.” * 

“ What, pray?” 

“ ‘Marne,’ says I, ‘There’s no one dresses her hair like you,’ and after a 
bit she told me thatMollie’s affianced, a grave old deacon of twenty- five winters, 
is coming here to-morrow, and she loves him with all her little heart. So I 
suppose she is keeping a lover’s lent, with prayer and fasting, till he comes; 
and after his week’s sojourn she’ll be ready to be kissed over the gate again.’’ 

“What’s this letter she wishes?” said Waite, not noticing the sarcastic 

tone. 

“ Oh, it’s a sweet little morsel from a girl who loves her deacon with all 
her heart — read it.” 

Horace took the letter and found it a suggestive epistle in true school-girl 
style, hinting at the general uselessness of lanterns and ending with a dainty pen 
and ink drawing of two young persons, apparently of close acquaintance,. on a 
piazza, and a surprising number of lanterns, torches and other lights in the 
distance. 

An amused smile came on Horace’s features as he looked the letter over 
thoughtfully, but Nat’s own seriousness forsook him and he laughed outright. 

“ See here, little boy, I’m not familiar with the society code, perhaps; but 
I’ve heard some where that a man is not to put his arm about girls, unless he 
expects to marry ’em.” 

“Well, but — ” 

“Perhaps I’m old fashioned in my views.” 

“You are, Horace; that’s before my time.” 

“Look at the case. Here’s a young, romantic, little beauty ;. never had the 
honor to meet a conventionality in -her life. You know better; I don’t expect 
you to be perfect; the Gods forbid. But her feelings over having grown fond 
of you, have made her ill; and, as I said before, it’s not at all like you to be so 
ungenerous.” 

* A walk twice up the Lafayette piazza and back, then half way up again is a 
mile in length, whose every step is a delight. w. j d. 


SILHOUETTE. 


19 


“Hang it, you’re right, as usual; give me the letter. I’ll send it back with 
an abject apology this minute. I’ll go with Jake and watch him in with it. 
I’m a heartless chump. Yery likely her affianced is a really decent fellow.” 

He sat down to write, but said suddenly: — 

“We’ll miss the boat to the park and the cottages.” 

“ Let it go then, we can row over.” * 

With pardonable pride at having done something for the happiness of a 
golden-haired Miss crying in an arm-chair across the lake, Horace sat before 
the open window with his cigar and heard with genuine pleasure the scratching 
of the pen, erasing Nat’s late thoughtlessness. 

Another soothing sound to Horace’s ear was the low voice of Helen Atkin- 
son talking to someone with her on the extreme end of the piazza directly under 
his window. 

Jake went through the hall with a pitcher of ice water and Nat hailed him; 
“ Jake, you must come with me over to the house where Miss Barron lives and 
take this note in; ask for Miss Mamie, and tell her I want her to give it to 
Mollie at once. I’ll wait there with you.” 

So Nat put out the light, and the two went down the stairs, out the door, 
and up the road. 



* No difficult matter with the light and elegant pleasure boats of the hotel. 
The boat livery of the Lafayette is famous. w. J. d. 


CHAPTER Y. 


“ Here is her picture; let me see.” 

Shakespeare. 

Horace sat complacent at the window while the two women under him 
talked on. “ What a soul that voice has in it! ” thought he, “ What rich accent 
and what tone ! making one think of that soft white throat and those lips carved 
by perfection’s own hand. I could fall in love with that voice, I think, 
Heavens! what an etherial lover I would be; first a shadow and then a 
breath ! ’ 

“I didn’t think it of him!” said the speaker below. “ She’s a poor 
motherless thing whose father worhips her as a little goddess of beauty that 
she is. But his absorbtion in business is making him blind to the temptations 
such a nature as her’s will meet.” 

“ Why,” said the other, whom Horace recognized as the demure Miss 
Irwin, of Norwich, <c Was the letter so very bad that she is ill over it?” 

“No; from what lean make out it’s nothing but the bubbling over of a 
too emotional heart. Of course she is hungry for affection, and Nat, the good 
natured, careless fellow, paid her much attention out of mere goodness of heart 
I am sure.” 

“And she wrote him a love letter and wants it back?” 

“ Exactly. I can’t understand why he doesn’t give it up. She really is 
seriously ill, in a fever,* crying herself weak, and worse than that, won’t tell a 
soul over there at the house what the trouble is.” 

“ What can we do ? ” 

“Do you know, Miss Irwin, I feel like taking a hand in this! I know Nat 
will be more than sorry when he knows how serious this is; but you see both 

* The Western fever is contracted on seeing the unparalleled richness of the 
farms and mines in the new regions traversed by the Great Northern Railway. 


20 


W. J. D. 


SILHOUETTE. 


21 


gentlemen left the piazza a few minutes ago and are on that boat going to 
Spring Park to be there until late.” 

“Well?” 

“By morning Mollie will be used up if she goes on in this way and in a 
pretty state to meet her sweetheart! If it weren’t such an awful thing to do 
I’d search the room up stairs and find the letter.” 

“Oh! ” 

“ The end would justify the means. Poor little girl ; what fools women are.” 

“Oh, don’t say that! ” 

There was deep silence for a moment, during which Horace was giving 
himself a sound mental thrashing for his meanness as an eavesdropper. Sud- 
denly he heard Helen’s voice again. 

“ It’s an awful risk, Miss Irwin, and takes more effort than it would to pull 
a child from in front of a runaway horse, for then you don’t have to think, 
but I’ll do it! I’ll get that letter if it’s in the house. Come with me; stand at 
the stairs and cough hard if anyone comes.” 

Horace started up as he heard them walking across the piazza and hurried 
to slip out of the room so as to give Helen a fair chance to pursue her intention 
even though he knew her search would be fruitless. Nat would arrive shortly, 
and Miss Atkinson would know that Molly had been made happy. So he 
hastened to get down the other stairs and out into the road to intercept the boy 
and give the fair burglar time to escape, but Helen was too quick; he heard 
the rustle of her dress upon the stairs, and then saw her picking up some 
matches from a table in the hall. 

“This is getting to be like the days of private theatricals,” he said to him- 
self, and in sheer desperation darted behind the portiere curtains that hung 
before the closet. 

The odor of a rose came to his nostrils; the dark and indistinct outline of 
Helen’s tall figure was before him; and there was the feeing of a presence in 
the room whose personality was more to him than that of any other woman in 
the world. 

She stole to the front of the dressing-case and lit a match. It sputtered, 
burned blue, and then began to illumine the chamber, throwing its light upon 
her dress, the roses at her breast, and her features bending with intent expres- 
sion over the dressing-case in her anxious search. 


22 


SILHOUETTE. 


As the torches of the guide bring out the beauties of some rare painting of 
a saint which a pious artist has consigned to a dim and lonely shrine, 
so the lighted match with its weird effect of shadow and glow discovered 
Helen’s singular beauty to Waite.* It was but an instant. She opened the box 
at the side of the mirror, when the rings of the portiere made a slight noise. 
She turned her head and Horace saw her hair combed up and back from her 
face, which now lay in full profile between him and the light; only a moment, 
but the mind works fast. There was the forehead, the hair, the nose, the lips, 
the chin, of the silhouette, and it was — Helen! 

Without a moment’s thought he followed his first impulse and threw his 
arms about her. Very foolish! She nearly fainted. Of course he should have 
had more sense, but I have told you Waite is no hygeist. As soon as she 
realized the situation she released herself and said : 

“ Mr. Waite, I— I must try to explain how In— how dare you sir? ” 

“ Helen,” said Horace, as he stopped her before the window in the hall 
where the lights on the water winked at him and her, “ I am not crazy, but — 
a silhouette — I can explain, if you will let me. I — I — Well, I love you, and 
have, in one shape or another, for days and days. I — I — well, ‘ Whether you 
will or no, away, come home with me! ’ ” 

She was held close with a firm right arm. J ust then there was heard from 
the lower hall elaborate coughing as Nat came thrashing up the stairs with 
Miss Irwin at his heels, in time for seeing by the dim light of the hall two 
people walking towards them close together. 

“Oh, oh,” said Nat apologetcally. 

“ Oh, oh,” said Miss Irwin in surprise. 

“ Remember you’re old-fashioned in your views, grandpa,” said Nat. 

“Be quiet,” said Horace. “ Helen, let me explain to them, may I?” con- 
tinued he, as she tried to release herself. 

“You may do anything you please,” said she in utter desperation. 

“ Then,” said he, “ if that’s the case, Miss Irwin, Mr. Mosely, you may 
congratulate us.” 

Nat shook his hand; Miss Irwin kissed Helen. 

*One needs no lighted match to discover the singular beauty of the Lake Park 
region of Minnesota, whither hundreds of delighted tourists hasten every summer 
on the favorite line for pleasure seekers, the Great Northern. w. j. d. 


SILHOUETTE . 


23 


“ Miss Irwin,” said Nat, punching Horace behind him, “ would you like to 
go down to the bowling alley? ” 

Then Waite, sitting down with my cousin in the remotest corner of the 
piazza where the glimmering ripples of the North Arm dance on the beach to 
their own music,* began: 



The Glimmering Ripples of llie Morth Arm. 


“Its a long story, Helen, I was sleepless once and the silhouette on 
Nat’s wall — ” 

“I know all about it,” said she. 

“ The deuce, you do, where — ” 

“Ever so long ago. I’ve worn my hair down over my forehead, for over 
two weeks till to-night. To please Nat I put it up again, for he said that when 
you returned from Spring Park we’d draw silhouettes.” 

“I’ll commit infanticide on him this day. But, his story of the party at 
the Park and the woman down there at the cottage?” 

“All true I went with him from here.” 

“And my lie to you about a college friend in love with a shadow.” 

“You told it well.” 

“ Y T ou’re the most remarkable woman I ever saw! ” 

“I am a supprise to myself to allow what I have in the past half hour.” 

“Helen,” said he after a pause, “I have an old fashioned notion that Prov- 
idence made us for each other.” 

*The guests of the Lafayette dance to the music of a large and carefully 
selected orchestra unsurpassed for ball-room and concert playing. w. j. D, 


24 


SILHOUETTE. 


“Do you think so?” 

“I know it.” 

“Did an alarm clock ring when you found that out?” 
“You torturer !’ ’ 



CHAPTER VI. 

“All nature is "but art unknown to thee; 

All chance, direction which thou canst not see.” 

Pope. 

Nat sauntered up and handed Waite a letter. 

“ Please read it now,” said he. 

“From Bronson,” said Horace, “why, it’s a bill, dated two days ago.” 
‘ To curing H. W. of being an ass , $ 100000000000000 .’ 

“Helen!” 

“Horace!” 

“We’ve been — ” 

“Puppets! ” 

“ And Bronson, — ” 

“And Nat — ” 

“Have pulled — ” 

“The strings!.” 

24 


CHAPTER VII. 



“ Physicians mend or end us.” 

Byron 

estimonial: — Howard Bronson, M. D. Dear sir, you can cure 
anything; you cured me. H. Waite.* 


* Moral: Take the Great Northern for everything and everywhere, w. J. d. 




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Queen of the Lakes, is tlie fav- 
| orite resort of pleasure seekers of 

the East, South, and West. It is fifteen miles long and 

averages two and one-half miles wide, yet so diversified is 
the coast line that a trip around it covers one hundred 

and sixty miles. Its beauty has attracted so many that 








its shores are lined with handsome residences, the summer 
homes of St. Paul, Minneapolis, St. Louis, and Chicago 
families. A large fleet of yachts, steam launches and pleasure 
boats enlivens its waters. A flotilla of steamers plys from 
port to port, and camping parties dot the beaches and islands 
with white tents. The Great Northern Railway Company 
runs almost hourly trains to the shores of the lake, connecting 
with steamers, for all points. 


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